Dedication To My Love- Chapter 4
Harvey lies. He doesn't put out on the third date– dinner and movies in Mike's dorm while Harvey reads his papers and decimates them.
Mike is sure that if nothing else, his professors will be pleased. He, personally, feels cheated and very much in lust with his smart, handsome whatever-Harvey-is-to-him. He asks the next time he sees the lawyer.
"Hey, Harvey?"
"Hmm?"
"What are we?"
Harvey looks at him for a moment, dark eyes intense, before he laughs. "Only you would ask something like that, Mike. Admittedly, it's part of why I like you."
"That still doesn't answer what we are."
"What would you like us to be?"
Mike can think of at least one answer to that. Lovers. At least then he'd be getting sex– yeah, he's a very focused person. "Well, this is our fourth date, and there still hasn't been sex, but we are going out. Are we exclusive?" He looks up at Harvey while he asks. He still probably wouldn't be able to tell if he was lying but it's a question that deserves eye contact. He isn't deluded enough to be sure the answer is yes– come on, look at Harvey– but he hopes it is.
Harvey reaches forward, clasps the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Mike finds himself relaxing. "Yes, puppy," Harvey murmurs, ignoring Mike's squawk, "We're exclusive. Stop worrying."
Mike squirms in Harvey's grip until the man pulls him flush against him. "What is it?"
"You still haven't told me what we are."
Harvey sighs, "Does it need labels?"
Mike doesn't say anything.
"You know, you're amazingly self-conscious in some areas. Alright, what would you like us to be?"
Mike chew a fingernail and Harvey gently pulls it out of his mouth, "Don't do that. Your answer?"
"Boyfriends sounds trite now that I'm thinking about it but I want you to be mine."
"And are you mine?"
Mike shoots him a look and rolls his eyes, "Yes. Obviously."
"Then I suppose I can live with boyfriend."
Mike gives him an unimpressed look, "Wow, Harvey. The things you put up with."
Harvey chuckles and the sound makes Mike tremble. He can almost feel it like a touch when Harvey laughs like that. He wants Harvey all over him the way he guesses a cat wants to roll in catnip; it's somewhere between frustrating and hot to be denied like this.
"I know, I've always been a long-suffering person," Harvey says sardonically.
Mike opens his mouth to say something he hopes will be equally sarcastic – sometimes he manages to get a point but so far Harvey's winning because it's harder to think when he's around– when his boyfriend sticks a chopstick full of Chinese in his mouth.
Mike crosses his arms and finishes chewing before pouting at his lawyer. "So not cool."
Harvey ignores him and eats some of his Chinese. Mike kind of wants him to drop some food on his lap or fumble with the chopsticks but of course he handles them flawlessly. Mike glares at his own fork. He may be talented at many things– and he's not ashamed to admit that– but chopsticks are not one of them. If he were to depend on those sticks to eat he would go hungry.
"I hate you."
The smug bastard doesn't even look up. "No you don't."
Mike sighs. Harvey has the right of it.
On their sixth date– Mike shouldn't really call it that, sometimes it's just them getting something to eat– they go bowling. Harvey frowns and buys them both bowling shoes because he finds the idea of wearing something rented creepy. Mike has a lot of fun and finds something that he's better at than Harvey. They eat greasy bowling alley food and Mike steals at least half of Harvey's nachos– he goes for it whenever it's Harvey's turn or he doesn't think Harvey is looking but he has a feeling that his boyfriend is letting him.
Harvey insists on a rematch when Mike wins and Mike agrees because he doesn't want things to be over just yet. Mike actually crows over winning the next set because it's justified. Harvey scowls at him and says, "Just wait till we go skating."
Mike grins and sticks out his tongue, "I still won. Someone is a sore loser, not that I'm saying names. After all, not everyone can be a winner." He enjoys throwing the words back for once, just to see the look on Harvey's face.
Harvey pulls Mike's body flush against his and kisses him right there in the bowling alley till he forgets what he was gloating about before lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "I still won."
"And how do you figure that?" Mike asks. Because sometimes Harvey's logic is completely skewed. He'd blame it on his being a lawyer except that Mike wants to be one too so it must be something that's special– read, limited to– to his boyfriend. But he does bet that Harvey is extremely creative (masterful) in the courtroom when he needs to be.
"Because you're mine, aren't you." Harvey doesn't even phrase it as a question, the bastard, and Mike thinks that this is what it feels like to fall in love.
They leave the bowling alley to go a café down the street. Harvey won't let Mike pay for any of the dates they go on, he says that he can more than afford it– not that Mike has stopped trying– but he does allow Mike to get them coffee or something small afterwards. Mike gets the feeling it's just a way to make him feel better about it or at least shut him up, one day he'll pay for everything and surprise Harvey, but it is one of the things that makes it so easy to be with him. The way he just takes care of everything, of Mike. When he thinks of it this way, it makes him wonder why it took him so long to fall in love. He'd like to think it's other aspects of Harvey's personality, though he secretly loves that too.
Mike frowns as they cross the street and startles when Harvey nudges him. "Hmm?"
"You should be smiling, it's one of the only times you'll win."
Mike raises a brow, "Oh, so you admit that I won? And you'll take me here so I can win again if I bug you enough so it won't be the only time."
"That still doesn't explain the sad face." Harvey rejoins.
"Were you asking?" Mike delights in actually making Harvey communicate because he always makes this face that's somewhere between a grimace and a pout when it's too obvious that he cares. It's adorable and Mike will probably never stop teasing his boyfriend about it.
"Fine, Mike," Harvey lifts a hand and touches his cheek, "Why the frown?"
Harvey is starting to look a bit concerned and frowning himself so Mike sighs and answers, "It's just that I really enjoyed myself and I don't want the night to end." How did you say that you thought you were falling in love with your boyfriend– if you hadn't already– and that coffee meant the night was over?
Harvey looks at him searchingly for a few moments as if he knows Mike hasn't mentioned everything, and he probably does know, but he lets it go. He's always been able to read Mike very well. "Fine, pup, you can stay at my apartment tonight."
Mike blinks in shock as he thinks about what that means. Sex! "Really? You never let me stay over or stay over yourself; you've never even let me come to your place! And why do you keep calling me a puppy?"
"Well, now you can." He reaches over and holds the door open for Mike as they enter the café, "No coffee or hot chocolate or anything overly sweet, I'd like to be able to sleep tonight and I won't if you're hyper."
"But that only leaves tea!"
"So it does. I've even heard that it's good for you."
Mike rolls his eyes and they go to the counter. He turns to Harvey, "What do you want?"
"A vanilla macchiato."
"I thought you said no coffee!"
Harvey smirks. "Yeah, for you. I can handle it."
Mike scowls, "It doesn't matter what you can handle. If I can't get coffee you can't either. Don't think I won't steal yours."
"That's mature. Fine, a mint tea."
Mike notices that Harvey isn't frowning when he says it and suspects that was his intention all along. He turns to the girl behind the counter that's looking at them like they're aliens and smiles, "Can I have two medium mint teas?"
When they get to Harvey's apartment it's late. Harvey quickly points out the kitchen, living room and bathroom before showing him a bedroom that looks like it's been transformed into an office and leading him to the final room.
"This is my bedroom, it's an en suite. We'll sleep here tonight unless you want to take the couch. I'll get you some clothes. Do you want to freshen up? The spare toothbrushes are under the sink and I can get you a towel."
"What? No, just the toothbrush is fine." Mike wanders into the small washroom and feels a bit like he's been overrun. Leave it to Harvey to rush through things like this, not stopping for anyone else. He takes a piss and washes his hands before picking out a green toothbrush and brushing his teeth, feeling excited when he puts it in the cup holder beside Harvey's when he's done. It's a small thing but something of his is now in Harvey's space even if it was originally Harvey's. The next time he's here he'll have something he can use that his, kind of like Harvey is making a space for him in his private abode. He's never had that with anyone besides family. It's weird and really cool.
He washes his face and opens the door to find some folded up sweats and a t-shirt. Harvey's on the bed in his boxers and Mike feels a jolt of arousal seeing him there. The brunet is just as stunning out of clothes as he is in them and Mike feels more aroused than he usually is when in Harvey's vicinity. Mike shucks his clothes and moves to join him.
"I used the other bathroom, and you should put on those sweats."
Mike freezes. "We're not going to do anything? I thought you might want to…"
Harvey's lip quirks; he looks way more amused than he should be before shaking his head and pulling Mike to him. "Get under the covers."
Mike scrambles to obey, brow furrowed. "What–?"
"We're not having sex tonight," Harvey tucks him into his arms and Mike relaxes into the warmth, "It's been a long day so we're just going to sleep. Now, do you want to put on the sweats?"
Mike shakes his head. He's perfectly comfortable where he is and he kind of likes the skin contact. He's never just spent the night with a lover/potential lover and not done something to earn that stay, so to speak.
"Harvey?"
"Mmm?"
"Why aren't we gonna have sex?" Sex would be good, awesome even, and Mike certainly wouldn't mind.
He can feel the rumble of Harvey's chest when the man laughs. Did he say that aloud? Harvey lifts a hand to his hair and starts petting him, he can feel himself melting and vows to get revenge against his boyfriend. One day he'll find all of his sensitive spots and use them against him, and Mike has a very good memory.
"Go to sleep, Mike."
So he does.
The next morning Mike wakes up hard enough to pound stone. He's so fucking horny that he's surprised he hasn't woken Harvey with all the thrusting he'd been doing against his thigh. And what a lovely thigh: thick and muscular but not too hairy. And when does Harvey even have the time to stay in shape like this? Mike thrusts against that leg one more time because he can't seem to stop himself. He bites his lip to keep his moans in and runs a hand down Harvey's chest. Fuck, his boyfriend is hot.
Mike grunts as he moves his hips for a bit more fiction and wraps his hand around Harvey's dick. The brunet wakes up pretty soon after that and Mike tries to be still but can't help the little jerking motions of his hips. He's close, so close. "Fuck, fuck, can I? Please? Just let me–"
Harvey moves Mike's hand from Mike's dick and he whines. Mike can see that Harvey's pupils are blown and doesn't even want to imagine what his own look like.
"Shh, shh. I should deny you for starting without me," Harvey whispers and Mike shivers at the words, Harvey replaces his own hand on Mike's cock and strokes and Mike can feel it right to his toes. "But for giving me such a nice wake-up, I'll let you cum."
He lowers his head to Mike's neck and Mike can feel the beginning of what will be a very impressive hickey, he's always had fair skin. He can't bring himself to care about it though as he chokes down a moan. Harvey lifts his head and ravishes his mouth. "Don't stifle yourself, I want to hear you."
Harvey's other hand moves down Mike's body and it's like everywhere is sensitized, even places that previously did nothing for him. Harvey's nail scrapes under his knee and that's all she wrote. It's one of the most intense orgasms of his life and Mike swears he can feel his balls draw up right before everything goes blank and hazy and he stops thinking. Harvey strokes him through it till he writhes.
When he comes back down again he's a sweaty mess and Harvey is still hard above him. "Do ya wan' my mouth or somethin'? Wan you to cum too." he slurs.
Harvey is bright-eyed as he presses Mike's legs together. "Just, just– like this."
Mike nods, "Mmmkay."
Harvey thrusts against him a few times, making his thighs all sticky, before reaching into his bedside drawer and pouring some lube on his thighs. "Yeah, yeah, ohhh…"
The closer he gets, the quieter Harvey is until he clutches Mike's thighs tightly and just sort of spasms before collapsing half on top of him. It's so hot and Mike feels himself twitch a bit. He's ready to go back to sleep when Harvey shakes him awake again. "Come on, we have to shower and I need to drop you off at school and get to work myself. No falling asleep on me."
They barely manage to get ready and grab a quick bite before they're rushing out the door.
When Mike walks into class five minutes before start, he gets catcalls. It takes all his willpower to keep from blushing.
"Woot! Mike, look at that hickey!"
"Aren't those the same clothes as yesterday?"
"Someone got laid!"
"Walk of shame! Walk of shame!"
"Shut up, you guys," he grumbles.
"Not even, you finally got laid!"
"And what of it?" Perhaps he should have changed even if he thought he was going be late. Or grabbed something of Harvey's, though that might have been worse.
"Was it any good?" Someone in the class called out, he'd get the little fucker as soon as he could look up.
He finds himself smiling as he thinks of the question and decides to forgive them– even if they are embarrassing the hell out of him in front of everyone. "Yeah, the best."
A/N: So we have a way longer chapter than usual, they do seem to be going that way lately. And I like that so many people are following and favouriting but if you'd really like to support me then please review since that is what encourages me to write and keep posting. Thank you to everyone that has reviewed and Guest thanks for the review last chapter, it made me laugh and encouraged me to write chapter five, I'm glad you think the story (and me) is awesome.
Happy Thanksgiving, Dedilovers.